Psalm 69

Salvum me fac
1
Save me, O God  *
for the waters are come in, even unto my soul.
2
I stick fast in the deep mire, where no ground is *
I am come into deep waters, so that the floods run over me.
3
I am weary of crying; my throat is dry *
my sight faileth me for waiting so long upon my God.
4
They that hate me without a cause are more than the hairs of my head *
they that are mine enemies, and would destroy me guiltless, are mighty.
5
I paid them the things that I never took *
God, thou knowest my simpleness, and my faults are not hid from thee.
6
Let not them that trust in thee, O Lord God of hosts, be ashamed for my cause *
let not those that seek thee be confounded through me, O Lord God of Israel.
7
And why? for thy sake have I suffered reproof *
shame hath covered my face.
8
I am become a stranger unto my brethren *
even an alien unto my mother’s children.
9
For the zeal of thine house hath even eaten me *
and the rebukes of them that rebuked thee are fallen upon me.
10
I wept, and chastened myself with fasting *
and that was turned to my reproof.
11
I put on sackcloth also *
and they jested upon me.
12
They that sit in the gate speak against me *
and the drunkards make songs upon me.
13
But, Lord, I make my prayer unto thee *
in an acceptable time.
14
Hear me, O God, in the multitude of thy mercy *
even in the truth of thy salvation.
15
Take me out of the mire, that I sink not *
O let me be delivered from them that hate me, and out of the deep waters.
16
Let not the water-flood drown me, neither let the deep swallow me up *
and let not the pit shut her mouth upon me.
17
Hear me, O Lord, for thy loving-kindness is comfortable *
turn thee unto me according to the multitude of thy mercies.
18
And hide not thy face from thy servant, for I am in trouble *
O haste thee, and hear me.
19
Draw nigh unto my soul, and save it *
O deliver me, because of mine enemies.
20
Thou hast known my reproof, my shame, and my dishonour *
mine adversaries are all in thy sight.
21
Thy rebuke hath broken my heart; I am full of heaviness *
I looked for some to have pity on me, but there was no man, neither found I any to comfort me.
22
They gave me gall to eat *
and when I was thirsty they gave me vinegar to drink.
23
Let their table be made a snare to take themselves withal *
and let the things that should have been for their wealth be unto them an occasion of falling.